An iridescent sparkle that brings light to my heart And reminds me everyday, how great Thou art. The road was rough and the journey heavy laden, But now my eyes are seeing what I only once believed in. What lies around the bend no one can fully know Except the God who waters and tends so that We will continue to grow. Is this real or am I merely dreaming, As I often want to do. I can’t wait to…..
I’m writing again! It is such a joy to be back in the process of storying and character development. Last year, around this time, I was finishing up my first young teens book, The Quest: Ariana’s Tale. To be honest, while I was writing I couldn’t see anything else coming from it, and was simply content to focus on this project as a stand-alone novel. Jump to October. I’m sitting at the dinner table with my younger sister, who is…..
I was talking with a friend recently about getting back in the creative zone as a writer, and what that would look like if it were a tangible location I could go to rather than just a head space that I operate in when I write. The idea of a place that was all my own and wholly dedicated to engaging my imagination was such an intriguing scheme that I couldn’t help but give my attention to it. I decided…..
In this place, space, rhythm…I’m waiting. What for, not when, but who. That’s why I’m waiting. Only He holds the key to the door that hasn’t opened yet. The door that won’t budge when pulled. Though I’ve pulled, and pulled, and pulled. I’ve pulled, and pushed, and knocked, and banged, but still, no one comes to answer. So, I’m sitting out here waiting. And waiting. Is the waiting friend or foe? Neither. Both. At times, it sits beside me and…..
Writing is more than just a side hobby for me, it’s a genuine passion. Stories fill my head, and I love to day dream about different characters in their unique settings embarking on fun adventures. It’s a great way for me to unwind from a long week, but also helps me to be a creative thinker in my day to day life. My latest writing project has been a young reader’s pre-teen story for my little sister. (See my post…..
The World is dark and the world is heavy. It closes in on me, and I become dark and I become heavy. But then I looked up and saw a Light coming towards me, and as it drew near, I saw that it was not a light, but a Man. His face was shining like the Sun. His light felt warm and I was cold. I reached out my hand toward the light because I wanted to feel it’s warmth……
“Ghar Chalo” She walks home because she doesn’t have a car. Well, she did, but not anymore. So now she walks. It’s a five mile trek and the season is turning to winter. The chilly air forces her to pull at the sleeves on her floor length dress and tuck the edge of her hijab tighter around her head. In a place far from her home, she struggles to find community. She longs for a friendly face. Her…..
First Steps 12/28/22 This first step is my last step, there’s no turning back. I’ve dreamed, I’ve hoped, I’ve chased and now it’s time. Time to leap. Time to let go. What will I find when my feet touch the ground? What will the new season hold? Will I run, will I jump, will I find. Find what I’ve been looking for? The road behind me was costly, but the gains ahead are greater still. Glory is a beaming…..
My little sister is turning 13 next year! She is an avid reader just like me, but she also likes to create stories. A few months back, I was telling her about an idea I had for a new story, and she loved it. She kept giving me all her own ideas, so much so the she inspired me to sit down and start writing. I’m hoping to have it finished in time for her birthday, as a gift to…..
They hadn’t seen each other in over five years. So, was it chance that they were both seated at Howard’s Dinner Spot, lonely and thinking? Or was it chance that they both moved towards the refreshment bar at the same time?… “An unsweetened ice tea, please.” She looked up with her glass in hand to the man standing at the opposite end of the long wooden bar, and there he was. An older version, but much more handsome with…..